Heroes of Silver Moon

"Cavalry line up!" With Bronco's roar, members of the King's Wing Knights grabbed the reins one after another and manipulated their horses to line up in three rows.

They looked solemn, wearing fine chain mail, helmets with leather hoops on their heads, and holding high three-meter-long, fist-thick knight spears. Even the war horses under their crotches were also wearing leather armor.

The distance between each horse was even smaller than a fist, and five hundred elite cavalrymen in full armor, just standing still, felt a sense of oppression.

"Small steps forward!"

Bronco's roar sounded again, and the reserve knights in the first row flicked their reins, their legs were lightly clamped, and the horses under their crotches began to walk in small steps.

Followed by the second row and the third row, even in the process of marching, the formation is still neat and compact.

"Stride forward!" Seeing the old king nodding, Bronco ordered again.

The three rows of heavy cavalry began to stride forward. While the speed changed, there was a certain degree of confusion, but it was still within a controllable range, and they quickly adjusted.

The old king nodded in approval again. The cavalry is not as easy as the infantry. It is a test of the rider's riding skills. The small degree of chaos just now has reached a good level.

"Fast forward!" Bronco's expression became serious. Whether it's a small step or a big step ahead, it's still easy to do, and the real test is the following things.

The preparatory knights tightened their legs, and the horses began to trot according to the usual training.

This time it was still only a small-scale chaos, and the formation was adjusted by the reserve knights. Three rows of heavy cavalry moved forward neatly and quickly.

"Turn around!" Bronco's heart suddenly twitched. This is where problems are most likely to occur.

Fortunately, these subordinates did not lose the chain at the critical moment. According to the usual training, they completed the steering by turning the hands of the watch.

The small-scale chaos that occurred was also adjusted in time.

After turning around, the three rows of heavy cavalry continued to trot. Two hundred meters in front of them was a flat field full of scarecrows.

The scarecrow's legs are inserted into the soil, and it looks like a person is standing on the ground.

"Charge!" Bronco's eyes suddenly became dangerous.

Charge, this is the housekeeping skill of the cavalry, and it is also the key point of the heavy cavalry. The heavy cavalry who cannot charge are not even as good as a bunch of militiamen.

After receiving the order, the reserve knights on horseback immediately kicked the war horse hard with the spikes on their riding boots.

Under the pain, the war horse's eyes were red, like a mad bull, and it galloped forward.

Judging the distance between the enemy and us, when the distance was shortened to 50 meters, the middle-aged officer in the middle of the first queue shouted loudly: "Raise the gun horizontally!"

The reserve knights in the first row immediately leveled the raised lance after hearing Ling's words, and spun it tightly under their armpits, followed by the second and third rows.

Rumble! Just like a chariot running over a wheat field, the densely packed scarecrows in the open space were torn into pieces by the King's Wing Knights in an instant, and straw and sawdust flew everywhere.

"Break the lance, throw away the lance, and charge with a sword and shield!" Simulating the real situation on the battlefield, the middle-aged officer roared again.

The preparatory knights, who were galloping at top speed, let go of the reins in their left hands, dropped the lances in their right hands, took out their swords and shields from the side of their horses, and slashed steadily left and right without manipulating the reins of their horses.

The scattered scarecrows in front of them were chopped into two pieces one by one.

"The horsepower is exhausted, the horse fell down, dismount and fight!" After charging forward for a certain distance, the middle-aged officer shouted again.

All the reserve knights suddenly tightened the reins, the horses neighed and braked sharply, and the hooves of the horses slid on the ground.

Because of inertia, the reserve knights on the horses flew forward one after another, and then put their shields on the ground, rolled over, and landed firmly on the ground, continuing to fight without stopping.

The old king on the high platform nodded in satisfaction after observing all the training subjects, and said, "Bronco, you trained the King's Wing Knights well!"

Bronco smiled, touched his nose and boasted: "Of course, now on land, no enemy can defeat this group of great guys!"

"Oh?" There was a hint of mischief on the old king's face, he looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "Are you interested in taking them to a naval battle!"

Bronco looked confused: Meow meow?

 …

Following his teacher Clifford, Simon came to Port King, which is not far from the king, where they will design and build warships.

Dejected people with melancholy faces; scattered stalls that still sell goods, but no one cares about them; and goods that look very stale.

The entire Port of Kings gave Simon the first impression that it was lifeless.

"Besides the capital, King's Harbor is the most prosperous town in the Silvermoon Kingdom.

Merchants gather here, goods are dazzling, merchant ships come and go, people are running around, and there is a lively look everywhere.

At this point, even the capital can't compare... But! "

Clifford changed the subject, looked at Simon and said, "Ever since the group of sea tribes grew stronger and more arrogant, and even cut off all the waterways in the east sea area, this place has immediately turned into this lifeless look.

Most of the people in King's Harbor rely on the work brought by business to make a living~www.readwn.com~ If this place does not restore its previous vitality as soon as possible, these people will have to find another way of life.

Of course, you and I both know that the nobles control a large area of ​​land, and the people can only rely on them, and to find another way of life for these people, it is basically equivalent to selling themselves as slaves! "

Looking at this depressed scene, Simon nodded with a heavy heart and asked, "Understood, I will try my best."

Clifford nodded. He had always had great expectations for this mysterious student who was full of strange ideas.

Leading Simon to a shipyard, Clifford took him to a room, opened the door and walked in. There was already a person waiting in the room.

"This shipyard belongs to the royal family, and in Silvermoon Kingdom, only the royal family has the financial resources to build a shipyard.

During this time, other alchemists invited to design and build warships will start working here, and this workshop is assigned to you. "

Completely ignoring the person waiting in the room, Clifford said to Simon on his own.

"Um, teacher, who is this?" Simon looked at the anxious and anxious young man who was waiting in the room, and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

"Oh, this is Essad, a shipbuilder who has just graduated.

Because you came late, the experienced shipbuilders have already been picked up by other alchemists. I ran around and managed to find one for you. "

A smile appeared on the corner of Clifford's mouth, he looked at Simon and said, "This should not affect your performance!"

A novice who had just graduated from the teacher, the corner of Simon's mouth twitched, feeling that the plot was somewhat familiar.

What else can he say, this is obviously a genius who is looked down upon by everyone!

Well, should it be?